a Long Ago July

White cotton puff clouds hang still
On the bright blue skies above my back screen door
A Bumblebee is caught in a flowering petal
Gathering nectar for the hive
Tree stumps and well water hand pumps are covered in moss
Pear trees are ripe and fruit is yellowed
Tall grasses bend with the wind and Cattails call to the curious
The child that resides within us all will listen, and hear
But the restless of the rebellious youth will squirm in their seats
& gaze out of doors where the temptations sings their siren song
The flautist will pipe the hypnotic tune that leads a childs mind away
The children of nod would rather play at mischief than stay their minds to wisdom
I know this to be true, because like you, I also have the mind of the lazy eyed child.